Beautiful Minds (NG)

Chapter Thirty Three

*El'S POV*

THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up with a sinking feeling in my stomach. In a waiting room chair. With dried tears on my face.

"Brielle Thompson?" A nurse says from across the room. I bolt up, rushing over in her direction.

"There's good news and theres bad news. The good news is that he is awake, and he's ok."

My stomach jumps, and I find myself hugging the nurse.

"Thank you thank you thank you." I cry, backing up and composing myself.

"The bad news is," she gives me a dirty look for hugging her,"A concussion caused partial paralyzation. We aren't sure if its permanant or not, but it's affecting mainly the left side of his body." Her face softens as she sees my expression.

"You can go see him."

I run down the hall, dodging carts and nurses until I get to room 421. I knock lightly, gently pushing the door open.

"Nash?" I step into the room, closing the door behind me. I instantly start crying at the sight of him. Bruises and bleeding and fractures and just needles connected to every part of him.

"Are you awake?" I say a little quieter than before. His head goes up and down, his right arm outstreched towards me.

I approach his bed, kissing his hand gently. He pulls me in, kissing the top of my head before harshly sucking in a breath.

"What's wrong?"

"It just... hurts... everywhere."

I nod my head, pulling a chair up beside his bed and taking out my phone. I text Gilinsky and Johnson and all the family about whats happening. I call Elizabeth and put it on speaker.

"Hello?" A chocked voice answers.

"Mom."

"Oh my gosh Nash I love you so much oh my gosh."

"I love you to Mom. Come visit me soon ok?"

"Yes of course baby. We will all be there first thing tomorrow."

They talk a little longer, me watching how Nash's face changes everytime he hears her cry. He gives me back the phone and his eyes fall on my torso.

"You're so skinny."

I shrug my shoulders, bringing my knees to my chest.

"I didn't know what to do." I whisper, putting my head in my knees. He puts his hand on my knee, and as much as I want to jump on top of him and cry and hug him and kiss him, there's no way that's happening any time in the near future. I look up, wiping the tears from my face.

"I'll be right back, ok?" He nods his head, and I slowly walk out the door. The second I turn the corner, I see Charlotte and I break down into tears.

"He's so broken it's all my fault he's in so much pain that all could've been prevented if not for me ruining his life." I cry, embracing her in a hug. She sets down her bag and wraps her arms around me.

"It's not your fault El. You can't blame Jasper's screwed up life on yourself."

And that's when I remember. Jasper. I can't let him break us this easily. I pull back and compose myself, telling Char that I'm going to go get food. I walk into the food court, choosing out a salad and a few jello cups. I make my way back to the room, smiling at Nash as I walk in.

"You want some jello?" I ask him, opening the lid to the cup.

"They told me not to eat."

"Well I tell them to back the fuck off." He laughs, instantly bringing a smile to my face. A genuine smile. He ends his fit by coughing, and I rush over to him.